The Escape

The crows were crying aloud The sound in such a terrible mood Somewhere their companion in distress May be killed, wounded, or trapped somehow, I came outside to find something The mystery of bird's life nearby Alas it was a pitiable thing also hopeless The poor bird hanging in the wire Electrocuted itself somehow, no one can help The destiny of the poor bird ended there The crying crows were a menace But how can I get rid of them a question If I tried, attack was immanent and danger ahead Slowly and carefully I returned to my den.